Oh dear Honey, I didn't tell you my story to make you feel sorry for me. I told you my story so that you could see what a marvelous thing you are accomplishing with your story. I spent my whole life trying to prove to young people that their disabilities didn't have to define them. When I started to read your story, I had begun to feel that I was failing myself and everything I had tried to do. Because I was having so much difficulty with my eyes reverting to where they started from. My disability was defining me. Then I began reading your amazing story about an independent young man who was deaf. That young man was also a character from an international franchise that millions of people recognized. One of my favorite characters from that franchise I might add. He had a job, he drove a car. ( For years I was told I couldn't drive because I couldn't hear.) I did it anyway. He communicated with people, and he had friends. All the things I tried to emulate for people all my life. And here was this story on a platform that could potentially reach thousands of young readers and even some older ones like me. Readers who were not only capable of comprehending what he represented, but willing and open-minded enough to understand and believe and support it. Because they were already supporting their fellows in LGBTQ community. I'm part of that community as well. In this space, we love and support each other all the time. This was just one more way to do that. You revitalized my faith that my message if you will was in safe hands. I can't thank you enough for that. That's why I told you my story. I want you to be proud of what you are doing with your writing. I want you to know you are making a difference. Especially to me. Thank you so much. Remember you are loved.